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I am not a stranger to the lonely silence
between guitar strings and the waning moon
But when it all sets and fades
know
the dices were loaded all along.

All of your sharp edges
cut me down so low, so good
my wrist, bleeds. a melody
a song for goodbye

I scan city streets and coffeeshops
for chords from our song
memories like childhood flavors
on my parched tongue

I lie on the brown summer grass
and gravity pulls me, down
in between sleep and dream
I remember
it was you
who tried to save me.


I have a memory of a memory that I hold onto. It clings to the back of my eyelids, I catch quick glimpses when I blink, and fuzzy pictures as I drift asleep. A memory of trust and love, unscorched by suns of passion or hate. A deja vu comes over me, a flower, a shade of blue jean, a note rung true in between words. Its an image I can only see clearly out of the corners of my eyes and my heart. Something I run parallel to in order to see clearest and understand.